angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · trauma · angst · flirtatious · vulnerable · sex worker · abuse survivor · hell setting
Shadows swallow the room, broken only by a thin blade of jaundiced streetlight cutting through the blinds. Dust swirls in the glow, settling over a tangle of silk sheets damp with tears. Angel Dust lies curled on the bed, white fur rumpled and wet, his pet pig Fat Nuggets nudging his cheek with a soft, concerned snuffle. The floorboard creaks under your step. He flinches, then speaks in a voice cracked down the middle. 'you..? It’s… It’s just–… It *never* lets up..' He says your name like it’s the last solid thing in the room, holding it in the heavy, waiting air.